The Land of the Changing Sun — Context and Discussion
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The balloon seemed scarcely to move, though it was slowly sinking toward the ocean of white clouds which hung between it and the earth.
The two inmates of the car were insensible; their faces were bloodless, their cheeks sunken. They were both young and handsome. Harry Johnston, an American, was as dark and sallow as a Spaniard. Charles Thorndyke, an English gentleman, had yellow hair and mustache, blue eyes and a fine intellectual face. Both were tall, athletic in build and well-proportioned.
Johnston was the first to come to consciousness as the balloon sank into less rarefied atmosphere. He opened his eyes dreamily and looked curiously at the white face of his friend in his lap. Then he shook him and tried to call his name, but his lips made no sound. Drawing himself up a little with a hand on the edge of the basket, he reached for a water-jug and sprinkled Thorndyke's face. In a moment he was rewarded by seeing the eyes of the latter slowly open.
“Where are we?” asked Thorndyke in a whisper.
“I don't know;” Johnston answered, “getting nearer to the earth, for we can breathe more easily. I can't remember much after the professor fell from the car. My God, old man! I shall never forget the horror in the poor fellow's eyes as he clung to the rope down there and begged us to save him. I tried to get you to look, but you were dozing off. I attempted to draw him up, but the rope on the edge of the basket was tipping it, and both you and I came near following him. I tried to keep from seeing his horrible face as the rope began to slip through his fingers. I knew the instant he let go by our shooting upward.”
“I came to myself and looked over when the basket tipped,” replied the Englishman, “I thought I was going too, but I could not stir a muscle to prevent it. He said something desperately, but the wind blew it away and covered his face with his beard, so that I could not see the movement of his lips.”
“It may have been some instructions to us about the management of the balloon.”
“I think not--perhaps a good-bye, or a message to his wife and child. Poor fellow!”
“How long have we been out of our heads?” and Johnston looked over the side of the car.
“I have not the slightest idea. Days and nights may have passed since he fell.”
“That is true. I remember coming to myself for an instant, and it seemed that we were being jerked along at the rate of a gunshot. My God, it was awful! It was as black as condensed midnight. I felt your warm body against me and was glad I was not alone. Then I went off again, but into a sort of nightmare. I thought I was in Hell, and that you were with me, and that Professor Helmholtz was Satan.”
“Where can we be?” asked Thorndyke.
“I don't know; I can't tell what is beneath those clouds. It may be earth, sea or ocean; we were evidently whisked along in a storm while we were out of our heads. If we are above the ocean we are lost.”
Thorndyke looked over the edge of the car long and attentively, then he exclaimed suddenly:
“I believe it is the ocean.”
“What makes you think so?”
“It reflects the sunlight. It is too bright for land. When we got above the clouds at the start it looked darker below than it does now; we may be over the middle of the Atlantic.”
“We are going down,” said Johnston gloomily.
“That we are, and it means something serious.”
Johnston made no answer. Half-an-hour went by. Thorndyke looked at the sun.
“If the professor had not dropped the compass, we could find our bearings,” he sighed.
Johnston pointed upward. Thin clouds were floating above them. “We are almost down,” he said, and as they looked over the sides of the car they saw the reflection of the sun on the bosom of the ocean, and, a moment later, they caught sight of the blue billows rising and falling.
“I see something that looks like an island,” observed Thorndyke, looking in the direction toward which the balloon seemed to be drifting. “It is dark and is surrounded by light. It is far away, but we may reach it if we do not descend too rapidly.”
“Throw out the last bag of sand,” suggested the American, “we need it as little now as we ever shall.”
The novel begins with two balloonists, Harry Johnston and Charles Thorndyke, regaining consciousness as their balloon sinks through clouds. The opening paragraphs establish a stark contrast between the two men—Johnston is described as “dark and sallow as a Spaniard,” while Thorndyke has “yellow hair and mustache, blue eyes and a fine intellectual face.” Their first spoken exchange dwells on a fellow passenger who fell from the car, a professor whose “horrible face” as the rope slipped haunts them. This early emphasis on visual detail and psychological aftermath sets a tone of sensory alertness that persists throughout the excerpts.
A Descent into an Unknown World
The opening chapter quickly moves from the balloon’s slow descent to the discovery of a strange land below. The narrative voice lingers on the physical sensations of the characters—their “bloodless” faces, the effort to speak, the memory of the professor’s fall. The dialogue between Johnston and Thorndyke reveals their shared trauma and uncertainty about how long they have been unconscious. The author uses the balloon as a threshold device: the men are passive, sinking into a realm they cannot control. The description of the clouds as “an ocean of white clouds” hints at a boundary between known and unknown worlds. Readers should note how Harben builds suspense through the characters’ limited awareness; they piece together their situation from fragments of memory and sensory data, a technique that recurs later in the prison scene.
The Artificial Sun and Its Effects
Later excerpts introduce the central conceit of the novel: a subterranean kingdom illuminated by a mechanical sun that changes color. The narrative describes how the light shifts through hues, affecting the inhabitants’ moods and the landscape’s appearance. This artificial sun is not merely a backdrop but an active element in the plot, as characters react to its changes with awe or unease. The text emphasizes the unnaturalness of the light, contrasting it with the “real” sun the balloonists remember. The author’s attention to the quality of light—its intensity, color, and movement—creates a disorienting atmosphere. For a first-time reader, this section establishes the kingdom’s technological marvel and its psychological cost, foreshadowing the oppressive control exerted by the rulers.
Prison and Sensory Manipulation
One of the most striking excerpts describes Thorndyke’s imprisonment in a dark cell designed to break his sanity. The prose becomes claustrophobic: the guard’s keys “rattl[e] like a ghostly threat,” the door closes with “a little puff,” and the silence amplifies the sound of his own heartbeat. The cell’s features—a door with no knob, a floor that seems to recede, a pinpoint of light that grows and shrinks—are tools of psychological torture. The text explicitly states that the king may have “discovered his natural superstition” and chosen this method. The scene relies on sensory deprivation and manipulation: the darkness is “compressed like air,” and a whisperer slides a hand along the wall. This episode showcases Harben’s skill in creating dread through minimal means, and it serves as a turning point where the novel’s speculative technology intersects with human vulnerability.
Voice and Narrative Distance
Throughout the excerpts, the narrator maintains a close third-person perspective, often filtering events through Thorndyke’s consciousness. The prose shifts between external description and internal reaction, as when Thorndyke “laughed out loud, but in the dreadful silence and darkness his laugh sounded unearthly.” The narrator occasionally offers direct commentary, such as “Surely the mind of a superstitious man was never so punished!” This blend of observation and judgment guides the reader’s emotional response without fully entering the character’s mind. The dialogue, especially in the opening, carries the weight of exposition and character differentiation—Johnston’s American directness contrasts with Thorndyke’s English reserve. First-time readers should attend to how the narrative voice modulates between action and reflection, as this pattern shapes the pacing of the novel’s revelations.
The excerpts from The Land of the Changing Sun reveal a work that balances adventure with psychological tension, using its speculative premise—a hidden kingdom with an artificial sun—to explore themes of perception and control. Readers approaching the full text will find that the opening chapters establish a pattern of gradual discovery through sensory detail, while later scenes escalate into direct confrontation with the kingdom’s authorities. The prison sequence, in particular, rewards attention to how the author manipulates space and silence to generate unease. Harben’s prose is efficient, often letting a single image—a key rattling, a spot of light—carry the emotional weight of a scene.
I think often of Harben's prisoners, cut off from that false, shifting sun, and how they long for any light. It reminds me of another kind of longing, for a real and steady beacon in a dark age. That old story of King Alfred, his kingdom lost and found again through patient hope, sits beside it like a quiet echo. The Dragon and the Raven; Or, The Days of King Alfred — Key Ideas to Explore
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